“Dad, as in Kenneth?”
Peter sent her a dour look. “I don’t have another dad.”
Roslyn looked between the two with a curious expression. “Are you talking about the Savior Kenneth? I thought he didn’t have any descendants.”
“He was sent to sleep, which is probably why there aren’t any records of him.” Tate gestured at the two. “Kenneth’s descendant meet Jaxon Kuno’s descendant.”
Roslyn bobbed forward in a mini bow before straightening.
Peter sneered at her. “At least you’re not as arrogant and cocky as Jax’s children. I’d say time bred that trait out of your line, but your father is every bit as annoying as they were.”
Roslyn’s mouth snapped shut as an expression of affront spread across her face.
“The warp stone can get us where we need to go without alerting Ai’s systems,” Tate said before the two could snipe at each other further.
“It won’t matter. As soon as you appear, she’ll know. You won’t even get the chance to raise a hand, let alone save anyone, before she stops you.”
“You know, you have the same habit as your father of pointing out all the things that could go wrong with a plan.”
He was every bit the pessimist Kenneth once was.
Not waiting for a response, Tate looked at Roslyn. “We’re going to create a distraction.”
The other woman looked startled while Peter frowned.
“And how do you think you’ll do that?” Peter asked. “Don’t think I’m sticking my neck out for these people. Not when they’re just as prejudiced against the Creator’s products as the people in the old era.”
“You don’t have to. Roslyn can handle that.”
Roslyn’s expression was puzzled but willing. “How?”
“Blade. Something tells me he and the Lucius’s are biding their time on the edge of the tunnels where Ai’s influence is less. If you can get to him and convince him to help it’ll give us a fighting chance.”
“That will only work for a short time,” Peter argued.
“That’s all we need to kill Nathan.”
Tate was still working on a plan to deal with Ai afterward.
Roslyn took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”
“That’s all anyone can ask.” Tate’s gaze was firm and confident. “Come back when you’re finished.”
Roslyn nodded as her figure slowly faded from sight.
“I don’t care what you do. I’m not getting involved in this,” Peter said.
Tate sat down on the bed and swung her legs up to lie down. “Yes, you are. Otherwise, there is no use for you.”
At that, Night inched forward to stare at Peter from close up. He didn’t posture or threaten in any other way, but he managed to convey his message. If Peter didn’t help, Night would deal with him in a very final way.
Although Tate wasn’t a fan of forcing others into dangerous situations, she couldn’t let him stay behind. For one thing, she didn’t trust him not to get up to something while the rest of them were distracted with Nathan. Second, he was the only one who knew how to make the warp stone work.
“Fine, have it your way,” he snarled.
Tate wiggled on the med bed, trying to find a comfortable position.
“How can someone like him be related to the Saviors,” Night asked.
